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<h3> AS YOU LIKE IT </h3>
<p class="poem">
Here while I read the light forsakes the pane;<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Metempsychosis of the twilight gray—</SPAN><br/>
Into green aisles of Epping or Ardenne<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The level lines of print stretch far away.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
The book-leaves whisper like the forest-leaves;<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A smell of ancient woods, a breeze of morn,</SPAN><br/>
A breath of violets from the mossy paths<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And hark! the voice of hounds—the royal horn,</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Which, muffled in the ferny coverts deep,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Utters the three sweet notes that sound recall;</SPAN><br/>
As, riding two by two between the oaks,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Come on the paladins and ladies all.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
The court will rest from chase in this smooth glade<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That slopes to meet yon little rushy stream,</SPAN><br/>
Where in the shallows nod the arrow-heads,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the blue flower-de-luce's banners gleam.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
The gamekeepers are coupling of the hounds;<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The pages hang bright scarfs upon the boughs;</SPAN><br/>
The new-slain quarry lies upon the turf<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whereon but now he with the herd did browse.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
The silk pavilion shines among the trees;<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The mighty pasties and the flagons strong</SPAN><br/>
Give cheer to the dear heart of many a knight,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And many a dame whose beauty lives in song.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Meanwhile a staging improvised and rude<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Rises, whereon the masquers and the mimes</SPAN><br/>
Play for their sport a pleasant interlude,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fantastic, gallant, pointing at the times.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Their green-room is the wide midsummer wood;<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Down some far-winding gallery the deer—</SPAN><br/>
The dappled dead-head of that sylvan show—<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Starts as the distant ranting strikes his ear.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
They use no traverses nor painted screen<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To help along their naked, out-door wit:</SPAN><br/>
(Only the forest lends its leafy scene)<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yet wonderfully well they please the pit.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
The plaudits echo through the wide parquet<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where the fair audience upon the grass,</SPAN><br/>
Each knight beside his lady-love, is set,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While overhead the merry winds do pass.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
The little river murmurs in its reeds,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And somewhere in the verdurous solitude</SPAN><br/>
The wood-thrush drops a cool contralto note,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An orchestra well-tuned unto their mood.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
As runs the play so runs the afternoon;<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The curtain and the sun fall side by side;</SPAN><br/>
The epilogue is spoke, the twilight come;<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Then homeward through the darkening glades they ride.</SPAN><br/></p>
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